Tuesday, February 24, 2004
ooh yeah. The great One is alive and well , thank you very much for your concern. Been rather busy and i'll update when i'm free. Ciao.
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Saturday, February 14, 2004
I'm enjoying my job !! At least , i like the non-dishwashing aspect of it. So far , so good , but the shocking part is , just 5 days into the job and i've amassed debts of $124 to the company !!! Why is this so ? Well , working at the box office has its pros and cons , the cons being responsible for every cent that passes through your hands , and the office being bleedy C-O-L-D . I've always liked being in the cold but i've changed my opinions after working at Cathay CIneleisure. The cold seems to seep into the very core of my bones where it freezes my marrow , as i find myself still in my sweater even as i am opening the door to my home.
Its Valentine's day today , and i'm cooped up at home not by choice , but by circumstances. Working the graveyard shift today means i've got take a nap later . You can't possibly take a nap when you're out , right ? Yan is feeling depressed about her valentine , or rather , the lack of it. She's feeling pretty sore about it and said that i was way better off than her as i would be working. Gee , should i seek consolation in that ?! I've got two small bouquets of roses from two young chaps , 15 and 16 years old respectively ( i'm 18 this year , if it isnt obvious enough ). Of course i'm not gonna like reveal their identity as one of them is from my school , and the other, my friend's lil brother. Ha , time has not ravaged my kiddish looks in any way. Oh , and a pathetic stalk of virginial white rose from HH , because he said i am 'pitiable'. LOL. Hrrmph , at least that costed him a mind-numbing $12 so i'm having the last laugh , u SOAB ! :DDDD
I can't help but question the intelligent quotient of singaporeans as majority of the patrons who buy tickets from me are often shrouded in a cloud of puzzlement when they try in vain to poke at the screen in front of them withouting realising that it IS not a touch screen. Some even go to the extend of mistaking the pen as a stylus , which never fail to draw silent empathetic sniggers from me for their blatant lack of brainpower. The less astute would hold up the pen in their hand and inform me that it isn't working. How amusing.
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Thursday, February 12, 2004
Whats with that craig-david goatee/moustache/rubble ?! I love Jay to bits , but i'm not exactly going ga-ga over this 'manly' look of his. Anyhow , he still and always will be my NUMBER 1 no matter how he looks like !!!!!! I don't care if i sound like a shallow idol fanatic because well , i AM one !! hur hur.
posted @ 10:48 PM
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004
weee. Love is in the air ..... And the smell of money being generated in lucrative business like florists ! Of course i'm not trying to be sounding like a sore loser here because i don't have any boyfriend to lavish gifts on me but everyone knows how commercialised and overhyped Valentine's day has become. Many will criticise and stress on the previously mentioned points and boycott the whole thing altogether but it is always the single ppl who are doing the whole shit.
Personally , i am not against Valentine's. In fact , i embrace it with open arms. Call me a mushy romantic but hey , which girl doesn't like the feeling of being adored by somebody ? You can deny all you want but.... you know !
What do you mean , me ? I'll be working the graveyard shift on that day ! Poor poor me !
posted @ 10:12 PM
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Monday, February 09, 2004
Yan on the left , me on right
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This is me and Yan during Christmas , during the informal pose. Looking quite moronic and spastic but hey , at least the smiles aren't plastic !! Yan's mouth looks HUGE but don't worry she doesn't usually look like she's got exposed gums except when she's laughing like a hyena. WHich is like , always !! Same thing for me.
posted @ 1:25 AM
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Sunday, February 08, 2004
guess wad ? I've found a new job ! I'll be working at Cineleisure with Pek Fong a.k.a Rel starting monday , and i'll be working in the box office / doing ushering. So , guys. You know what to do when you see me !
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I've been often asked by bewildered guys why women are richer than guys whenever i pull out cash from my wallet to pay for purchases. Everyone knows that this isn't true ! Generally at my age when my peers are starting to turn away from their parents for money , most of us are barely surviving on the meagre amount we get from our salary , guys and girls alike. So why does this phenomenon happen then ?
That is like so damn simple to explain ! Look , when have you seen girls playing pool , chain-smoking , betting their bank accounts on football and the like ? Ok , except for the minority who happen to have the above interests but hey , girls simply have more money because we spend it on stuff thats useful. Like me , i'm still obstinately clinging onto my ancient 8210 , which has become the subject of mockery of late from friends proudly swinging their camera and colour phones around in my face . Hey , don't complain about being broke when you're holding onto a goldbar ! I'm not a very fussy person when it comes to phones as all i need is one that can be used for SMS-ing and calling, no fancy gizmos or state-of-art technology for me , thank you ! The few hundred bucks for those phones i can put it into good use during shopping sprees. Oh , that reminds me ! Have you noticed that people with expensive phones usually wear the same old clothes ? Don't they ever get embarrased !? 0_o
I know many guys who would love to be recairnated as a female in their next life. Of course , being a girl is as good as it gets. Bleeding to death from a pussy , getting all psycho and bitchy during PMS , nine months of water retention , morning sickness and weight-gain followed by the climax of childbirth. Woo hoo. Yippeee. I am cheering out loud already. So guys , quit grumbling when its your turn to pay for the girls ! Think of it as compensation as grievances we suffered !
posted @ 12:07 PM
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A nursery rhyme classic ( DJ Fiona remix version )
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i have a pen
my pen is blue
i have a friend
He gets pissed so easily that its scary
Oh , how true !
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I know you're reading this , boy ! You know who you are !
posted @ 2:37 AM
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I really love the bar room jokes from FHM magazine. They never fail to make me laugh my head off. Some really good ( and lewd ) ones :
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The new town pastor walked into a neighborhood pub, and stood quietly for a moment, watching everyone dancing in the place, which was hopping with music.
Every once in a while the lights would go out, and the whole place would erupt into cheers. After a few moments, though, the revelers caught sight of the pastor, and the room went dead silent.
He walked up to the bartender and asked, "May I please use the restroom?"
The bartender replied, "I really don't think you should."
"Why not?" the pastor asked.
"Well, there is life-sized statue of a naked woman in there, and her most private part is covered only by a fig leaf."
"Nonsense," said the pastor," I'll just look the other way."
So the bartender showed the clergyman the door at the top of the stairs, and he proceeded to the restroom.
The dancing and rowdiness resumed; and when the lights went out again, the crowd cheered even more wildly than before.
After a few minutes, the preacher came back out; and the crowd stopped dancing just long enough to give him an enthusiastic round of applause.
He went to the bartender and said, "Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?"
"Well, now they know you're one of us!" said the bartender.
"But, I'm afraid I still don't understand," said the puzzled pastor.
"You see," laughed the bartender, "every time the fig leaf on that statue is lifted up, the lights go out in the whole place."
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One night a guy takes his girlfriend home.
As they are about to kiss each other goodnight at the front door, the guy starts feeling a little horny.
With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall and smiling, he says to her, "Honey, would you give me a blow job?"
Horrified, she replies, "Are you mad? My parents will see us!" "Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?" He asks grinning at her.
"No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?" "Oh come on! There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!" "No way. It's just too risky!" "Oh please, please, I love you so much?!?"
"No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can't!" "Oh yes you can. Please?"
Out of the blue, the light on the stairs goes on, and the girl's sister shows up in her pajamas, hair disheveled, and in a sleepy voice she says, "Dad says to go ahead and give him a blow job, or I can do it. Or if need be, mom says she can come down herself and do it But for God's sake tell him to take his hand off the intercom!"
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A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move".
"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?
That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."
"Incredible, said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"
St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."
"Where's George Bush's clock?" asked the man.
"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."
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Sid and Al are Jews and were sitting in a Chinese restaurant."Sid," asked Al, "Are there any Jews in China?""I don't know," Sid replied. "Why don't we ask the waiter?"When the waiter came by, Al asked him, "Are there any Chinese Jews?""I don't know sir, let me ask," the waiter replied, and he went into the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes and said, "No, sir. No Chinese Jews.""Are you sure?" Al asked."I will check again, sir." the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen.While he was still gone, Sid said, "I cannot believe there are no Jews in China, our people are scattered everywhere."When the waiter returned he said, "Sir, no Chinese Jews.""Are you really sure?" Al asked again. "I cannot believe there are no Chinese Jews.""Sir, I asked everyone," the waiter replied exasperated. "We have orange Jews, prune Jews, tomato Jews and grape Jews, but no one ever heard of Chinese Jews! If you want, we have Chinese Tea."
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Friday, February 06, 2004
i am SO glad that scooter girl got booted out of American Idol 3 that i just cant stop rubbing my hands together with glee. Sure , she has a nice voice but she irritates me to no end. I'm praying that she won't make a comeback during the Wild Card session , like Carmen last season. The cough syrup's working its magic on me again and even though i've rested for 2 straight days i still feel exhausted. My temperature was an appalling 39 degrees just now and coupled with the bad cough i'm havin i was really reluctant to see a doc for fear they'll view me as a probable SARS case and quarantine me or something. It didnt happen , of course.
posted @ 12:12 AM
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Thursday, February 05, 2004
i think i may have overdosed on the cough syrup the doc gave me for i am feeling so whoozy now... as light as a feather~
posted @ 2:00 PM
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My family
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Ever since i came into this world as a bawling bundle of joy my grandparents had doted on me excessively to the point of being spoilt. My cousins have always lamented about the slight biased attitude of my grandparents as it was very obvious that i got the best in everything from them whilst they had to wait in turn. Perhaps it was their way of filling up the void left by my mother when she divorced by dad and went away . Speaking about my mother , i know that everyone is curious about her but are too polite to ask. Well , i shall set the record clear then. I've been used to gettin sympathetic looks and profuse apologies from people upon being told by me about my status but no , i don't need any of these actually. When i was one years old , my parents simply got a divorce and led seperate lives but that does not mean that i have had a sad and tormented childhood without maternal love.
Staying with my extended family in Bedok gave me all the love i could ask for and i didn't even notice about the absence of my mother though the fact stood out sorely whenever it was Mother's day and as ignorant and naive schoolkids my friends would often ask me what i would be getting my mother for mother's day. I have forgotten the replies i gave them but i'm sure my answers weren't angst filled or pitiable.
I wasn't spared the rod when i was young and although it would seemed like child-abuse in today's intolerant society i got the taste of the cane more often than i wanted to and the cane marks weren't pretty , i must say !! The cane was a long reedy looking stick made of bamboo ( i think ) that came topped with a candy coloured hook. My grandmother was the only one who used it on me and she was very liberal in using it but now i am thankful for the treatment i received for perhaps if i wasn't well disciplined all those spoilt thoughts would have gone to my head and i would be a stuck up and pompous lil' bitch.
In primary school , my school bag weighed a ton as i didnt have the habit of using the timetable and as a result my school bag often tore at the ends due to the weight. Even though my school was a mere 2 min walk away , being the spoiled brat that i am i often called my grandfather to pick me up so that he could carry my bag for me. A treat from him came in the form of ice-cream or ting-ting candy whenever he fetched me home was the highlight but now i am towering over him and its my turn to carry the groceries for him during trips to the mini-mart.
I always love looking at my grandparents whenever they talk , for they never "talk" but bicker incessantly and the way they speak is so comic and neevr fails to amuse me. My grandpa would then proceed to complain about my grandmother "going crazy" . I've never seen them being loving towards each other before and i guess time had taken a toll on their relationship but nevertheless both are wholly dependant on each other even though they'll never admit to it. Cute , eh ?
When i called my grandmother just now to inform her that i would not be comin for dinner tonight due to my fever , she was immediately concerned and asked me the usual questions like whether i've been to the doc's and so on. Barely after hanging up she called again to say that my grandpa would be comin' over to take a look at me and i had to assure her firmly that i was alright and that i wasn't in my dying throes. I cannot imagine a life without them and if i had a choice i would gladly die before them for i don't think i can handle their loss when the time comes. Gee , dun wanna get so emotional here !!
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I am not a butch !
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Yah as all my friends know i've recently cut my hair short recently and this had got me a bit of unwanted attention for whenever i style my hair i look quite boyish and there was once when i was waiting for a bus @ Kovan this noisy group of uniformed girls from PLMGSS walked past me and the stares they gave me made me extrmely uncomfortable. It wasn't those kind of menacing stare but surprisingly those of interest. I was wearing really casually that day , bermudas and a baggy tee and i had make up on so i was sure no one would mistake me for a butch but i was so damn wrong. This group of gals suddenly stoppd a few feet way while discussing among themselves , glancing at me ever so often. My bus came just in time for they were shouting after me "My friend wants to know you !!!" and pushing this petite ponytailed girl towards the bus but by then i had escaped into the haven of the bus. *phew*. Since then i stopped styling my hair and blow it straight and girlish before stepping out. I have nothing against lesbians and gays but being involved and getting mistaken for one is a different matter altogether. I place emphasis on saying that having short hair does not equate on having a warped sexual preference , as so kindly commented by Aaron. I like guys , and i will like guys till the day i die !!
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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
You know what , i think i am a sadist. How did i come up with this conclusion ? Simple. Because i can't get the idea of watching "Irreversible" out of my head. For all ye ignorant folks out there , this widely "acclaimed" movie is has been known to cause nausea to those who watches it because it is so disgusting.
It starts off with a brutal killing scene that has a man getting his face pulverised by a fire extinguisher from his assailant and when i say pulverised , i mean it in full frontal view , pretty unlike those b-grade gory movies when the climax of the film suddenly becomes shadowy and all you can see is the shadow of the scene and accompanying aural effects that is disappointing. This film is done "memento" style so its like telling a story backwards. If you managed to survive sitting through the fight scene than be prepared for the worst , for coming up next is a 9 min rape scene that'll make even the brave fidget in their seats . It'll be 4 more years before i get the green light to watch R-rated movies so those of you THAT old , do watch it. You wouldnt wanna miss it !!
posted @ 11:44 PM
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To Mary
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I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou art not there;
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
When thou art out of sight;
My lips are always touching thine
At morning, noon, and night.
I think and speak of other things
To keep my mind at rest,
But still to thee my memory clings
Like love in woman's breast.
I hide it from the world's wide eye
And think and speak contrary,
But soft the wind comes from the sky
And whispers tales of Mary.
The night-wind whispers in my ear,
The moon shines on my face;
The burden still of chilling fear
I find in every place.
The breeze is whispering in the bush,
And the leaves fall from the tree,
All sighing on, and will not hush,
Some pleasant tales of thee.
posted @ 1:15 AM
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Monday, February 02, 2004
I'm having writer's block. I cant think of anything to write about. Will be back when i feel inspired.
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